I Changed My Mind

That's right. I changed my mind. On the odd occasion that I actually find my mind, I have the option to change it. Well. I changed it...so bite me.

After thinking about for awhile, I've come to the conclusion that...you know what?...I can say whatever the fuck I wanna say, whenever the fuck I wanna say it and I don't care if you stalk me or not. Do I look scared?

I've seen a few of my favorite Blogs go down in flames as of late. It was kinda weird, actually, how it all came down at once. Peri's Wrinkle...gone. She was very honest and insightful. Rockstar Mommy...well shit, what can I say? She's a very gifted writer and I hope that she does something with that. They will be missed on my daily drink coffee, shake my head, try to find my shit and get it together mornings.

I still don't have anything of Social Significance to say, but fuck it. I get bored and I get tired of talking to myself. (Especialy when the voices in my head won't talk to me anymore). So, I'll spew shit out here, as I see fit, into to CyperSpace where it really doesn't fuckin' matter. At least I purge the shit that's in my head...to make room for more.

I've come to realise that I don't give a shit if that 'somebody' that lives in Mesquite, TX that did the youhide.com thing, reads my shit or not. I don't care. This person happens to be a fine person, just a bit misguided. I actully bare them no ill will and wish them only the best.

However, after I thought about it, I thought it was pretty fuckin' lame to shut down my shit just because of one semi-psycho person. Don't get me wrong...I know this person. I think the World of them, but...that's about it.

See. Sometimes Life gets fucked up. It just does that's, well, Life. We all have to walk down our own road. You can be with somebody, or alone, it doesn't matter. We all have our own path to walk Nobody can do that with you. You're on your own...as it should be.

I would stongly recommend that you never come here and read this shit again. I'm just sayin'...

Peace

p.s.---My Son just called and asked if I wanted to play Golf in the Morning....at like 9:00am. Of course I have to call and try to get a Tee-Time at the asscrack of dawn, but I'll do it.
It's gonna rain by Noon. We'll be on the back 9. I'm in...fuck it! That's what life's all about.